After a long and grueling chase through the streets of Silver City, we finally had him cornered in a cul-de-sac.
“Give it up Billy,” I told him, “the game’s over.”
“Ya don’t know who you’re messin’ with pal. Go back to your fancy dress party,” Billy replied nonchalantly.
“There’s three of us, and you’re all alone, just come quietly, no one needs to get hurt,” my wife tried to convince Billy.
“I’m never alone,” Billy said, taking his trusted Colt out of its well-worn holster.
“STOP! Or my Mummy will shoot,” I cried out in alarm, as his arm started coming up.
Billy laughed, and said, “Her arms are bandaged ya doddering fools, how’s she gonna shoot a gun?”
“Who said anything about a gun,” I replied, as my Mummy opened her mouth, and shot out a swarm of locusts that enveloped Billy the Kid before he could even blink. Life as the Rulers of ancient Egypt had been fun, but living in the Wild, Wild West as Bounty Hunters did have its compensations.
Photo courtesy A Mixed Bag
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Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Al Forbes. The challenge is to write a story of 200 words or less based on the photo prompt given above. For more details, visit HERE. To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
jagahdilmein 
I’d sure hate to get a tongue-lashing from a mum like this.
Ha ha ha. True that. Thank you so much Ed.
Is that plague of locusts or plaque of locusts? Well done! 🙂
Thank you so much Sascha.
Ha, nice mash up! 🙂
Thanks Iain.
Liked it. Indeed, who needs a gun when the Ancients are on your side!
Thank you so much.